Regret of Her Ex-Husband
Then, I lay beside him once he was fully settled and comfortable.
“Mommy, tell me a bedtime story,”
“Now?”
“Yes. It will help me sleep faster. Also, nobody has told me bedtime stories since you left…”
‘since I left to prison…’ I wanted to say it out loud but I didn’t. The tears I’d been holding accidentally fell out of my eye, and I sniffed discreetly.
“Of course.” I cleared my throat and began. “Story, story, story time. There was a far, far away land, and a King ruled a nation known as Anthill, filled with so many people who called themselves Anthillians.”
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